I want to howl and cry
Looking at how differently
People live on the same planet
Some are glad from the fat of the land
Others are dying from hunger and cold
Why, so why, why don't we help each other
No one to take anything us from another world
Lord, please help all those in need and the sick.
I recall your slim ankles,
your fine wrist bones,
the sleek musculature
of your strong limbs.
My butt in the easy chair
weighs heavily on my mind.
Yes that well-oiled anatomy of youth
has hit a new peak of low.
Plump, I'm plump.
Only girls should be plump
plummily men go softer
as their souls harden.
It's my age,
I suckle on the fat of the land now
and I positively bulge.
Could pull myself together
but that young body
is never coming back
anyway it could always run fast -
now it's out of sight.
I tell my body to at least
put the brakes on
before it crashes into that fat man
I am becoming.
Some are born into a house
With no love.
Some learn quickly how to
Push when they shove.
Some are born with a
Silver spoon in hand.
Some live off the
Fat of the land.
Some are emotionally stunted,
A tormented soul.
Some can buy their way
Out of the hole.
Some are physically
Abused.
Some are permanently
Bruised.
Some survive
Sexual assault.
We all know who
Is at fault.
Some never get
A fair shake.
Some are nuttier
Then a fruitcake.
Some can process and
Move forward.
Some can stay
Forever tortured.
Some learn to deal
With the pain.
Some border on
The insane.
Some are lucky they
Grow and bloom.
Some feel the
Presence of doom.
Turbo1904?
I live like a millionaire with out money
and dont know how to live off the fat of the land
without asking asking wheres the milk and honey
all i know is sunshine and getting some vitamin D
i can sing loud in the holler
with trees hiding me
our Tennessee valley is surrounded by a fish bowl moat
we are living high off the mountain without a boat
that's why our land prices is souring high
while homes in the valley are flooded with cries
To My Lodestar
On
Anniversary 53
By: Miracle Man
8/27/2018
Today we celebrated anniversary number fifty-three,
Ernestine thought at the start she’d soon change me.
Now she says the excitement has been too hard to bear,
Like “Eating mashed potato sandwiches”, while pulling hair.
She didn’t know that in Webster’s unabridged you’d see,
Beside the word pugnacious, there was a picture of me.
Now I know, “A house divided against itself, cannot stand,”
But with two careers, we’ve enjoyed, “The fat of the land.”
“We’ve fought the good fight” and continue together,
We’ve had many sunny days and some stormy weather.
And now as we approach the end of life’s course,
We still plow our field, as a team, not a single horse.
With all our shortcomings we’ve both done our best,
God has blessed our lives as we’ve faced each test.
We are surely well thought of by all of our peeps,
If “A person is known by the company he keeps.”
Dedicated to my Lodestar
8/27/2018
On 53 years of putting up with me.
The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life
into her and he was no longer alone.
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and
a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out
drinking beer with his fellow officers.
A perfect little refugee she was so undemanding
and silent not for her to turn her back complaining
of a headache and other female ailments.
After wild night they had done it five times, she had
she had shrunk a morning there was a tear somewhere
in her vulva, that could not be repaired or glued.
With manly logic, he blamed the refugees swamping his
country living off the fat of the land doing nothing and
thus, a love story ended on the scrap heap of humanity.
Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,
Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !
Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/
The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !
A glutton I say
that's what I am
I drink the milk
fat of the land
and more I crave
each morning, day
Nothing enough
no price I won't pay
I drink the milk
and swallow my shame
A glutton I say
a beast untamed
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